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The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. X, No. XIV (April 5, 2009 C.E.)
StarPoet Newsletter by Lisa Jain Thompson
Copyright © Lisa Jain Thompson 1948-2009. Back issues are in the Newsletter Section of the StarPoet website. Visit my contact page and get in touch.
The future is not now, or even very clear. A president abroad, general motors in the tank, and opening day only moments away.
I've caught a comet by its tail
As it journeys across the heavens;
My words flare up in incandescent glory
That trails behind me through the late night hour;
I fall toward morning, my soul unfurling.
— Lisa Jain Thompson c. 1996 CE
Should I be queer today or is the world queer enough on its own?   Poetry and more, this week at Starpoet.
a bit of Sappho, transfigured and reconstructed
At night, alone, Sharon beside me
The moon half shining
High above the earth
Pleiades still low
Along the horizon

Night passes slowly
Moment by moment
My mind full brained
With Sappho's whisper
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
Something about weak men just makes me wanna smack 'em upside the head.
dylan and heinlein, starbuck and rhysling
Kukla, Fran, and Lisa
I've been looking over Starfleet,
Studying Galactica,
Charting every Stargate
And blade running Death Star.

The future is not now
Or even very clear,
But  I want to be there
When the ship comes in
And a starship orbits
Blue earth's green hills.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
ripe for deconstruction by some paper challenged academic
Internet Boulevard
They are selling Jello shots at the hanging,
Capturing videos on their camera phones,
Selling their images to the news network,
Putting photos on a YouTube picture show;
Meanwhile outside in the Flyover,
Where life and the red carpet don't mix,
They're not believing what their eyes are seeing
All out on Internet Boulevard.

All the girls are dancing naked,
All the boys are quite erect,
Shuttling pictures back and forth among them,
Telling their friends their web address;
In the darkness of their bedrooms,
While their parents all watch the hanging,
The children are playing at sex and love
All out on Internet Boulevard.

The hangman he's been keeping busy,
The scaffolding is falling ddown,
The adults are drinking their mojitos
The children are wandering the web all alone
Where no one thinks to stop them,
Where no one ever gives a damn,
We're all too busy chasing rainbows
All out on Internet Boulevard.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
The Resurrection Clause

Accepting a plea bargain that her attorney described as unprecedented in American jurisprudence, a 22-year-old Maryland woman yesterday agreed to cooperate in the prosecution of other defendants in the death of her son under the condition that charges against her be dropped if the child rises from the dead.
the daily inspiration
The Bus Trip
Standing at the bus stop,
Standing in the fog,
Gray semi's rumbling awake,
Rolling through the clouds.

The bus appears with broken meter,
Free ride, one and all,
Cool inside, seats still warming,
Waiting for sleepy passengers.

Around the neighborhood,
Collecting morning,
Slipping into express lanes
Descending on the Pentagon.

We're roaming around the internet,
Washington Post and BBC,
Checking out our phone messages
On our Blackberrys and PDAs.

Buses looping north and south,
Washington and Virginia,
Passengers falling in and out,
Commuting reading newspapers.

Through the darkness,
Through the fog,
To work, to home,
And back again.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
Twitter: a coursing stream of social data emanating from an ad-hoc framework of asynchronous follows and vanity track filtering-- anonymous twitter
the stir of memory
Charcoal and Bone
Between the clouds, the plane struggles
To lift off from Reagan National;
The sky rumbles without flame or explosion,
Taunting memories of nine-eleven:
Black smoke billowing over my roof
While my friends died and scattered
A hundred feet or two from where I stood,
From where I still stand,
Thankful it was not me.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
i must have used this title several times by now
Direction of the Arrow
Trust, commitment,
No photos or incriminating evidence
On the internet;
True love, a loving family,
A passel of children and pets;
Weddings, funerals,
Graduations and holidays,
Then suddenly you are sixty
Going on seventy
Wondering what it feels like
To be a hundred.

Then you wake, the dream is over,
And the Universe moves on.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
Twitter: digital ejaculations of selected Twitterati.

-- Anonymous Twitter
deep mining
Wooden Pews
I might have been ten, perhaps less,
In church for the three hours on Good Friday
With a nun sitting in the pew right behind me:
There was no way I was leave before three
And I remember thinking I wished Jesus
Would die a little quicker so I could
Go outside and play in the warm Sacramento sun.

I doubt if I ever confessed that
Or even admitted to anyone the thought,
But I'm certain Jesus would have agreed with me
If he were ten and kneeling on that wooden pew
While the sunshine played through the church window.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
richardson 1
Gonne
So quick, so easy,
So sudden, then the world ends;
Old tankards, cheery lights,
Bits of pottery scattered
Along the ground;
Down a ski slope, over the snow,
Gone,  gone,  gone,
All gonne.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
I am thinking about having a bath.

I am definitely going to have a bath.

I have just had a lovely bath.

I feel so relaxed after having a bath.

-- archetypical twitterstream
richardson 2
The Downward Slope
Slip on the powder,
Crash in the snow,
An absolutely silly
Way to go.

Where is the logic?
Where is the plane?
What irrational beast,
Whose treacherous hand?

Mystical explanations,
Metaphysical conjectures
Do little, if anything,
To end the pain

Or bring back one wife,
Mother, sister, daughter,
One more human life
Who has now been taken.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
starpoet rides again
A Torchship Faintly
A torchship faintly, a few light hours away
Off the shoulder of the gibbous moon,
Dragging itself out of Sol's gravity well
Enroute to some planet around some star
Known to its brave new people only as The Sun
That warms their world and gives them life,
That helps them forget the distant Earth
And those who decided to stay behind.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2009)
Twitter: the consciousness of the planet or merely this years Facebook?

-- Esther Addley
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StarPoet Newsletter by Lisa Jain Thompson
Copyright © Lisa Jain Thompson 1948-2009. Back issues are in the Newsletter Section of the StarPoet website. Visit my contact page and get in touch.
 
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